Tarrick’s limp body hanged by the wall opposite the entrance of the room. The scene caused Raishe to drop the food tray along with its contents, a broth prepared by him for his brother in the faith. A letter along with a clay cup filled with water lay on a simple wooden desk next to a well-kept bed.
"I hope you can excuse me from our evening discussions over supper brother Raishe. Since the bishop and I arrived a month ago nothing has provided me with more joy than our time together. Our conversations, the services alongside the clergy and common folk, it has all been soothing to the soul. This place, the people here, you. For the first time in my life I have felt welcomed, loved. At least, It all felt true. Perhaps, that is what the good tomes speak of.
You’ll remember our discussion last week, regarding the corruption within our ranks, especially above us. How the church contributed to the empire’s fall. How our intermingling with the powerful led us down a path where we forgot the people who most needed help, love, the truth. That conversation weighed on me. I hope that with my actions over the past few days I may help, demonstrate love, and shed light on the truth shrouded under the bishop’s shadow.
I’m sorry for not telling you until now, I wanted to, but I, I felt far too much shame. Perhaps you’d mention redemption, but I do not feel worthy of it, not even of a new life, if it were even possible. I only wish that no one else will have to go through the hell I've gone through. The humiliation I feel at failing our brothers, myself, our lord…
Enclosed are names, locations, notes, whether for judgement, reform, or a new start I leave you to decide. Perhaps doing nothing with it is the best course of action, regardless bishop Malcor must be stopped. Today he asked me to escort a young one to his room for company before his party leaves on the morn. The enclosed writings detail further, but hurry. I risk having this letter reach the wrong hands unless you’ve arrived in time for supper. The guards are taken care of. Tell whomever might help…
May the Lord give you life overflowing and light your way, in this life and the next.
- Tarrick
P.S.- May this cup serve as a worthy memento."
Raise approached Tarrick, closed his eyes, dipped fingers into the cup, wet his friend’s lips, and whispered a prayer. With tears in his eyes and intense anger welling up inside him he took the cup, drank and left. Storming through the hallways and gardens, the acolyte did not heed the greetings, calls nor fingers pointing at him from his fellow brethren. There weren’t any brothers near the westernmost tower, but neither were there guards. The hundreds of steps could not extinguish whatever was burning inside Raise, the reinforced door's handle could not either.
Upon entering the room the bishop stood, as did a young lad who excused himself, relief evident in his eyes.
"What is the meaning of th… No, please mercy!" The bishop’s indignation turned into pleading at the sight of the human acolyte. Malcor pleaded no longer as he fell out of the window. Walking out of the room fire waning, Raishe slowed down, and turned as he caught a glimpse of himself by a mirror. Silver, previously dark hair shown silver. He had been marked by above, but mark or no the monastery would no longer be home. He would be a wanted man.
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Raishe - Human
Alignment: Neutral Good
Ideal: There should be judgement for the corrupt, reform for the church or a new start.
Bonds: Raishe love the common folk and lower clergy.
Flaws: Wanted for murder. He does not receive the acolyte feature for help by people of his faith. Plagued by doubt, and conflicted by his crime/sin, Raishe knows not whether to turn himself in, seek the leader of his faith to turn in the proof of Melcor's corruption or seek a new life.
Raishe - Character Sheet
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